Does God delight in our suffering? Does he want to take away the things we love most? Are the painful afflictions or sleepless nights we endure necessary?
When I’m depressed, I listen to myself and focus on my fears about the future. God is inviting me to listen to Him and rest in His promises instead.
How can we possibly rejoice when we are suffering? Isn’t rejoicing reserved for when good things happen?
Let your faith be bigger than your fear.
That plaque sits prominently on the shelf in my office. Most of the time, I hardly notice it. But recently, that phrase has taken on new meaning.
How do you have joy when life is in shambles? How can anyone look past the raging storm when they are in it? How does anyone rejoice when life is falling apart?
Why do we offer whitewashed comfort that minimizes pain when we all need true comfort- that will hold us up no matter the outcome? Where can we find that?
Has the comfort of friends ever left you feeling worse than you did before? Have you felt criticized and judged when all you wanted was empathy and support?
I cried out to the Lord, telling him how this felt colossally unfair. I ended by declaring, “I can’t live like this for the rest of my life. I just can’t do it!” I felt frustrated and angry and overwhelmed all at the same time. I couldn’t imagine living the rest of my life with the physical struggles I had today.
At Christmas I feel an ache that I can hardly put into words. My heart is longing to experience, and not just know intellectually, the truth of God with us.
Depression almost withers joy. Those who suffer with it often endure silently, feeling shame and condemnation. Given that, how should Christians approach it?
As I consider what I am thankful for, adversity is not on the list. But looking at the life of Solomon, adversity may have been the one blessing he needed...
One of Satan's lies is: “You are missing out. Your life could be better.” Satan told Eve that lie in the garden & he has been whispering it to us since then
When each day feels like an insurmountable struggle, and the present is all-consuming, it’s hard to imagine anything good can come out of my story.
While I know God will provide all I need, sometimes I slip into doubt & fear. How can I be sure when the present looks bleak and the future seems uncertain?
After losing our precious baby Paul, God tenderly cared for me. He taught me what it meant to be loved and held by him when my world was falling apart.
Sometimes my faith shakes when my dreams are shattered. Since I cannot sense God's presence, I wonder where he is. I feel alone & afraid as my faith wavers.
After 50 years of quadriplegia, Joni Eareckson Tada is even more aware of God's grace. I am in awe, not of Joni, but of the amazing God she joyfully serves.
Why doesn't God fix my problem when I'm begging him? I have asked that question numerous times as I've felt abandoned by God after begging for his help.
In this crazy world of loss and brokenness, what can I count on? Is there anything I can trust will always be there? Is anything unchangeable?
In the midst of broken dreams and riveting pain, how should we pray? Do we pray earnestly for healing and deliverance or should we just relinquish our desires to God?
Are you tired of waiting? Have you wondered what the point of faith is anyway? What good is God if your prayers aren’t being answered the way that you want?
What do I do with my unfulfilled longings? Forget them? Deny them? What will that make them go away? Am I wasting my life waiting for what I'll never have?
What do you do when the Lord feels distant? Do you slowly drift away, while hoping somehow that the situation changes? Or do you actively start seeking God?
Those four words that have guided me through the darkest days. They have given me clarity and strength when I needed it and direction when I felt overwhelmed.
Some days I wake up crying. When I do I often don’t know why. Perhaps it is the weight of unspoken problems coupled with a vague dread of what comes next.
This Christmas, the magnitude of the incarnation has been washing over me. God who needs nothing and gives life to everything, came to earth as a baby.
God can use both my sorrows and my joys to draw me closer to him. But am I willing to trust God with the things in my life that look marred and broken?
It’s easy to give thanks when things are going well. But to thank God for his provision when life feels like it's crumbling can be life-changing …
I never thought of myself as a writer. I was an artist. I created beauty with my hands. But when that was taken away, I discovered that God had replaced my graphic art with something far better.
I've discouraged suffering friends by minimizing their pain, comparing them to others, and delivering stirring mini-sermons on what they should do.